??Chapter 82: Chapter 70: The Killers This Ti Are of Poor Quality – Part 3
Chapter 82: Chapter 70: The Killers This Ti Are of Poor Quality – Part 3
The flas writhed and leapt, clawing and devouring the scraps of paper and clothing until, after a while, they turned to grey ash. The man watched as the embers were caught in the water, spinning into eddies before vanishing from sight, and he slowly let out a breath of relief.
He returned to the living room and eyed the man handcuffed in the corner, filled with confusion.
The unsettling smirk, the nonchalant deanor, and the clear, composed line of thought in such circumstances—although Chen Xiao had not disclosed who he was, the man had already labeled him in his mind as one of those psychopathic killers frequently ntioned in the news.
“Ah… I don’t know if it’s good luck or bad luck,” the man thought, and tossed another cup of milk to Chen Xiao, “Whatever it is, he seems to be really helping .”
Indeed, without Chen Xiao, the man would surely still be shivering in bed, the room reeking of blood. Even if he had thought to burn the clothes, he would probably have made such a ss, leaving unburnt remnants, blocking the drain, and could only watch helplessly, waiting to be discovered.
He was just a petty thug, hot-tempered, unambitious, only taking the convenience store job because he couldn’t hold out any longer in life, fighting, gambling, his head full of dirty tricks, mingling with street kids. Three months earlier, even his girlfriend had finally had enough and left him.
Yes, this was the dregs of society, not a good person, not even just a bad person, a bully who is fearful himself, a complete failure, his ferocity just a facade. When soone died in front of him, his terror was imnse. Rembering how the blood flowed from the body, he shuddered violently once more.
…
“Lucky I bumped into this guy,” the man thought again and sat down on the bed to calm his nerves.
At the mont, Chen Xiao sipped the milk, intermittently humming an unpleasant tune through his nose.
“Thank you,” the man said.
Chen Xiao finished a bottle and smacked his lips, belching casually.
“Now that the bloodstained clothes are burnt, and there are no caras around this place, if you aren’t connected to the victim, you should be safe as long as you’re careful. After all, you didn’t even touch her. So… can you let
go?” he asked, with dead fish eyes.
The man frowned, thought for a mont, and then shook his head.
Chen Xiao gave him a disdainful look: “Ah, it seems you’re only fit to be a lowly stalker,” and then rattled the handcuffs on his wrist: “Ah, not too lowly, since you have such things as handcuffs.”
After hearing this, the man felt the anger rising again.
Of course, facing Chen Xiao, he still tried to suppress it. After all, this repulsive-looking guy had helped him.
“What should we do next?” he asked with the sa fierce tone, though much more polite than before.
Chen Xiao shrugged: “Listen for any noises on the street. We’re close enough that if soone discovers the body, or if a police car cos, you should notice. We’ll decide what to do based on that.”
While they spoke, Chen Xiao suddenly furrowed his brows as if he had just thought of sothing.
The man quickly picked up on his expression.
“What is it?” he asked.
Chen Xiao pondered for a while: “Nothing much, just a trivial curiosity.”
At such a critical mont, this reply only made the man even more interested. So, he barked: “Spit it out.”
Chen Xiao, still frowning: “You said the woman had a knife and fell backward, right?”
The man thought about it and nodded with certainty.
“But… she fell face down… That’s odd, because usually when you fall backward, you should land on your back.”
As he spoke, Chen Xiao suddenly looked straight at him.
Caught by Chen Xiao’s gaze, the man paused, thinking it over carefully; indeed, there seed to be sothing off about the way the woman had fallen, as if she had intentionally fallen forward.
“And besides, if it was a face fall, she had enough ti to throw the knife away, and even if she didn’t, it wouldn’t have ended up in her body,” Chen Xiao added.
The man’s brow furrowed even more deeply.
“So what?” he asked, puzzled.
“No ‘so what’, maybe it’s just a coincidence… Unless she deliberately wanted to fra you as a murderer?”
Chen Xiao muttered indifferently, then leaned against the wall: “Let
go in the morning, if I go missing, people will notice. Oh, and you have to go to work as usual tomorrow, don’t be late. If a woman dies tonight and you either call in sick or just don’t show up the next day, you’re definitely a suspect. Mute the TV and pay attention to any news reports. It’s late, but keep your ears open for noises outside; don’t be lazy, and wake
up if you hear sothing. Prepare so coffee, wash your face a few tis, and don’t be all groggy at work tomorrow, or you might slip up. The police will conduct routine checks nearby tomorrow, but after that, you’re pretty much safe.”
After finishing, Chen Xiao leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes.
…
In the room… a man sat alone on the edge of the bed, still pondering how the woman had fallen. Indeed, she seed to do it on purpose, as if she ant to fall forwards. Why didn’t she throw the knife away? Did she intend to stab herself with it, or was it for so other reason?
“It might be just a coincidence… Or did she deliberately want to fra you as a murderer?” Chen Xiao’s offhand remark lingered in the man’s mind.
“Did she want to fra
for murder?” the man wondered.
…
The night breeze through the window blew into the room, and occasionally, a few cars would pass by.
…
Why…?
…
The silent images on the television reflected on the man’s face, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the screen, his mind a thick, viscous mush.
…
All night, that’s all he thought about.
…
Because…?
…
Ti passed unknowingly, and the man was actually very tired, but he didn’t sleep. How could soone who had just killed possibly sleep?
“Did that woman fall on her own? But why did she fall? To make
a murderer? Impossible… Really, was it because of that incident? It’s impossible anyone saw it then.”
…
Maybe, soone really did see it.
Is she taking revenge on
now? Then why didn’t she just kill
outright?
Right! Because she knew she couldn’t beat , even with a knife, she couldn’t kill .
So, she wanted to turn
into a murderer.
She deliberately opened the door, let
in, and even if I didn’t touch her, if she was already dead, I would definitely be convicted.
If all this is really true…it seems to make sense.
I absolutely cannot be suspected!
The man let his thoughts wildly run amok; of course, he was rely speculating wildly.
Suddenly, in the midst of the quiet, he thought he heard a strange sound.
A faint “crackle,” barely perceptible.
His mind was now a tangled ss, strained by nerves and drowsiness.
“Crackle”
The sound ca again, in the darkest and quietest hour before dawn.
The man inexplicably felt a trace of fear.
So.
He quickly went over and shook Chen Xiao.
“Hey! Wake up!”
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